Sunday, February 22, 2009


After working math problems for hours and hours and hours, I'm starting to apply formulas to my surroundings. Milk being steamed? There's a formula in there somewhere, where rate and time exudes pressure to make the milk foam and heat at the correct rate to the correct temperature. I'm one step away from becoming the crazy mathematician in Pi, seeing patterns in everyday life to the point of insanity (not really). But I will concede that I have been at Barrique's for way too long. I'm at the point where I'm in the math groove, but I can't stand that I'm wasting my day working math problems. How do I always let it get to this point? I hem and haw and waste my evenings during the week, playing with my child (exactly HOW important could THAT be?), cooking dinner and the like. I guess we could subsist on frozen pizza and ramen, but that would be a touch too college-esque for me. Help?

(If you're stellar at math, drop me a line, we'll work out a payment arrangement...)

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Public Service Announcement

Now, I've come to realize that my reader doesn't like it when I rant, so in today's post I won't rant, I won't reference whore's (even meant as a joke) and I'll try to be as clean and prim as possible.

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P.S. And I did mean that singularly. If you read my blog, and enjoy, please post comments, otherwise I feel all sad and alone in the universe... even if you don't enjoy, please post comments and I'll be sure to return the niceties.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Whore's Pasta with Bitter Salad and Broken Artichoke Hearts

Just in time for Valentine's Day! Pasta puttanesca (whore's pasta) with bitter salad and broken artichoke hearts.

Thursday, February 12, 2009



It has been known to my closest friends for awhile now that I have a bit of an obsession with food. I love to cook, bake, candy make, all of the above twice over. Sometimes I even have dreams about working in a sunny professional kitchen (such as at L'etoile), even though I know the hours are long, the labor is hard and the kitchen isn't usually sunny, for lack of windows or stuffed in a basement corner somewhere.
I'm currently pursuing a degree in Art History, which may be just as fanciful as dreaming of large ovens and whisking three dozen eggs for flan. I'll hem and haw and go back and forth on whether or not one is more viable than the other. With Art History, if I pursue it far enough, I would have a career that would not require me to smell like my job on a daily basis, but I wonder if I would get into it and realize that the business world is not where I want to be.
With working in a kitchen, it will be a physically challenging task on a daily basis, demanding that I get decent training so I don't end up grilling steaks for Ruth's Chris, or frying eggs for the diner. The only option in Madison is MATC. I've worked with chefs who have gone through MATC's training at various restaurants, and to say the least, they've been the least apt of their kind. (Not that it couldn't be attributed to the person himself, and not the training. I guess it all depends on your attitude.)
I've thought a bit about the personal chef avenue, but in the current failing economy, that doesn't seem like the most viable option. Owning a bakery? Owning a cafe? Probably the latter more so than the former. Although both would require the early mornings that I abhor. My body just isn't programmed to get up at 4, six seems like a much more reasonable hour.
What are your thoughts on my rambly dilemma?

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Down With Barrettes!

Every time I touch Evelyn's head she immediately runs her hands through her hair to make sure I didn't sneak a barrette in there or something. The hat only stayed on long enough to take a picture.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

and I usually hate lists...

1. Coffee makes my stomach burn, but I still drink it daily. I probably have ulcers as a result. I'm an addict, what can I say?
2. I love to go grocery shopping, and am completely intent on the task when I do. If you see me in the store and wave, I probably won't see you unless you physically accost me.
3. Along with #2, I also love to cook.. more than any one person should. Which makes me wonder if I've chosen the wrong career path and should be a chef or baker instead. I don't know how well I would do with the 14 hour days and heavy lifting. Maybe I'd love it?
4. I think it's funny to tape/Velcro/attach things to my child and watch her run in circles, trying to get it off.
5. I hate my husband’s plants. They never flower. They just sit there, constantly green, spindly, and mocking me.
6. I keep a blog that no one but Julie and I read.
7. When I watch Pride and Prejudice, I desperately wish I was Lizzie, in love with Mr. Darcy.
8. I love to knit, and am pretty proud of being almost completed with my first project of mittens.
9. When I'm really concentrating on something, I will tune you completely out. A product of living in a house full of brothers, if I ignored them long enough they would go away. Which, coincidentally, works amazingly well with my husband. :P
10. Sometimes, I will have really intense dreams of fantastical places and people (aka: Mr. Darcy) and I will get really depressed when I wake up and realize it was just a dream.
11. If you ask me what's wrong and I say "nothing", ask again.
12. When I was a kid, I used to make "garden soup" in a five gallon bucket, with the hose, a wooden spoon, and rotting foilage from the garden. I would serve it up in bowls to my grandparents. Trust me, I make much better soup now. It only contains half the original amount of water, leading to a much more concentrated flavor of rotting vegetables with just a hint of petunia.
13. When I was little I wanted to be a nurse or a teacher, the most generic of the kid-friendly careers. There's no way I would ever want to be a nurse. I wouldn't put a catheter in someone if you paid me.
14. I belong to the Willy Street Co-op, but hardly ever shop there. I love natural and organic foods, but my wallet does not.
15. I love 18th and 19th century furniture and clothing. If I could dress like Marie Antoinette and get paid, I would.
16. I also love Antiques Roadshow, especially the episode where they found a fake 19th century chair by smelling it. Apparently baby powder was used in refinishing it, and was still traceable.
17. I have never seen the ocean or been abroad. I travel there frequently through my friends, so it ALMOST feels like I've been there, but not quite.
18. Some days I can't stand my job. It's so repetitive and boring that I get easily distracted by leaves blowing outside, or a squirel running up a tree.. maybe I shouldn't sit by the window.
19. I am a firm believer in the slow food movement and eating at home. Anything that has 75 ingredients and comes in a microwavable pouch, cannot be healthy.
20. Everytime I watch "How Clean Is Your House?" on the BBC, I clean the bathroom.
21. Sometimes I wish I lived in Greece, in a white and blue villa on a cliff, overlooking the sea. Then I think of the poor economy (worse than ours), the poverty, and the smell of riding on a donkey, and I reconsider.
22. I will occasionally quit coffee. I'll go through all the work of weaning myself off to decaf tea for a week, and then one whiff of good ground coffee and I'm back to the bad stuff.
23. I can't stand the idea of eating raw oysters. Slippery and slimy, like swallowing snot, why would you do that to yourself when you DON'T have a cold?
24. I think Evelyn is the most adorable kid in the world, but doesn't every mother?
25. I really miss my friend. You know who you are.